Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
10cc,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.